Murong Fu didn't speak, and fell straight to the top of Xiao Feng's head with a straight palm.

Xiao Feng closed his eyes in resignation, thinking that everything would eventually be freed, and the tyrannical aura on his body dissipated like a tide.

Seeing that everything was about to come to an end, suddenly a broom swept from the side and opened Murong Fu's palm.

The strength coming from the wrist was not small, and it had the meaning of four or two thousand catties, Murong Fu didn't notice it for a while, and he also took two steps back.

And just under everyone's surprised gaze, a twilight old monk wearing a green robe and holding a broom suddenly appeared in the middle of Murong Fu and Xiao Feng.

As for how he appeared, no one could see clearly, as if it came out of thin air.

"Sweeper? It's finally out! ”

Murong Fujian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, he didn't expect that at this critical time, the other party still appeared, and the way he appeared was so weird that he didn't even notice it.

"Amitabha, you have to forgive people and spare people, why should Murong Xiao Donor kill them all?"

The sweeping monk's face is old, the sparse long beard on his face has been completely white, and he looks like he is about to die, and he can drive the crane west at any time.

"Hmph, since the master is nosy, why didn't Xiao Feng show up to stop you when he slaughtered all the heroes of the Central Plains, but now he has come to stop me from killing the culprit?"

Murong Fu sneered, with a bit of sarcasm in his tone.

"Murong Xiao Shi is clever and eloquent, but you carefully arrange all this, whether it is to move Shaolin or cause the great power dispute between Song and Liao, Lao Wei is a little confused!"

The sweeping monk didn't want to be contaminated with cause and effect, so he didn't stand up in time to stop Xiao Feng when he slaughtered the heroes, even though he knew that Murong Fu was the same, but because the other party took the lead in beating a rake, he couldn't respond.

Otherwise, it was confirmed that he intended to protect Xiao Feng, and then turned a blind eye to the life and death of the heroes.

When Murong Fu heard the words of the sweeping monk, his heart couldn't help jumping, but he had already thought about dealing with all kinds of emergencies, so he immediately said: "I really don't understand everything the master said. ”

"But if the master is afraid of killing Xiao Feng and causing the Liao State to be angry with Shaolin, then the master can rest assured, Xiao Feng was killed by my Murong Fu, and I will do things alone, even if the Liao State wants to retaliate, it will only come back to me Murong Fu, and will not make a move against Shaolin."

Listening to the conversation between the two, everyone was surprised and surprised, and they didn't know who to believe for a while.

But as soon as Murong Fu's words came out, the people in the beggar gang immediately echoed it, only to see You Tanzhi say in a deep voice: "Xiao Feng killed more than 100 of my Central Plains colleagues today, if Murong Gongzi killed him, it would be avenging everyone, if Shaolin is afraid of the Liao State and does not dare to take responsibility, my beggar gang is willing to advance and retreat with Murong Gongzi!" ”

"Not bad! My beggar gang is full of bloody men, and I am willing to advance and retreat with Murong Gongzi! ”

"If you don't kill Xiao Feng, the evil thief, I'm really sorry for the martial arts fellow who died in vain today, the old monk get out of the way, don't get in the way!"

"Shaolin just wants to be idle alone, when has he taken care of the suffering of the people in the world? Don't listen to this old monk's demagoguery! ”

……

Under the rhythm of the beggars, gradually fellow martial artists from other factions began to stand up and speak for Murong Fu, saying that Qiao Feng committed such evil deeds today and must not let it go.

The sweeping monk originally wanted to break Murong Fu's control of this game, but he didn't want to be easily resolved by the other party's words, and led his hatred to Shaolin.

It can be seen that in today's situation, the other party has been planning for a long time.

"Amitabha, little donor Murong, do you have to kill this Xiao donor today?"

The sweeping monk knew that Murong Fu had calculated all the cause and effect for today, and wanted to use words to make the other party or the group let Xiao Feng go, but he was afraid that it would not work.

"It's just right to kill someone to pay for your life, it's not that I want to kill him, but that he killed someone himself and returned his life!"

Hearing Murong Fu say this, everyone had a good sense of him, and with a simple sentence, the killing of Xiao Feng was raised to the level of morality in the rivers and lakes, not to mention those people in the rivers and lakes whose relatives and friends were killed, even the sweeping monk couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and he understood Murong Fu's intentions more clearly.

"In that case, I wonder if Murong Xiao Benefactor is willing to make an agreement with the old man?"

"What agreement?"

Murong Fu frowned and asked.

"Murong Xiao Benefactor regards himself as a Jianghu person, then the old man has the courage to ask the little donor for a few tricks according to the rules of the Jianghu people, if he wins, he also asks Murong Xiao Donor to spare the life of this Xiao Shi Master, if the old man loses, this matter will not be ignored!"

The sweeping monk has been hiding in the shadows, and naturally sees the depth of Murong Fu's skills, which can be described as shocking the past and the present, with the other party's age, with this skill, he must also have a certain amount of arrogance, and he asks him for martial arts in front of the heroes, and he is not afraid that the other party will not agree.

Sure enough, Murong Fu only hesitated for a moment and agreed.

Murong Fu couldn't be clearer about the idea in the sweeping monk's heart, but so what?

Even if he doesn't make a move, will Xiao Feng be able to go down the mountain smoothly?

You Tanzhi, Ah Zi, and Master Li shot together, so they could be entangled for a moment, not to mention that Xiao Feng was basically only hanging in one breath now.

Besides, even if he loses, at most he won't attack the other party, Xiao Feng, and those martial arts colleagues and sweeping monks in the Central Plains have no agreement, so they will naturally not let Xiao Feng go.

Besides, Murong Fu didn't think he would lose to the sweeping monk.

"With the master here, it is naturally impossible to hurt King Xiao easily, since this is the case, then please ask the master to give advice!"

Murong Fu clenched his fists, and as the surging true qi in his body surged, even the full-level Qiankun Great Mind Shifting Technique also worked, and the momentum emanating from his body alone had already caused the surrounding air to distort and blur like a high temperature.

The sweeping monk's eyes were slightly solemn, he thought that the other party was just profound, but he didn't want to hide a secret method, it seemed that he could carry his own potential, it seemed that this battle was dangerous, even he didn't have much chance of winning!

"Amitabha!"

The sweeping monk didn't dare to underestimate Murong Fu anymore, his long sleeves swayed lightly, and a huge palm print of true qi condensation came down towards Murong Fu.

Different from the invisible palm power, the palm power of the sweeping monk is actually glowing with a faint golden light, which can be detected with the naked eye, just like the brilliance of the holy Buddha.

"The skill of this sweeping monk has really reached such a realm!"

I saw Murong Fu raise his palm at the same time, and the true qi of the Northern Darkness was like a bottomless pit, forming an invisible wall of qi in front of him, turning away all the opponent's palm power.

"I didn't expect that Murong Xiao's skill had also reached the realm of transformation, it was really gratifying!"

The sweeping monk walked slowly towards Murong Fu, and with every step, a golden light appeared on his body, just like the golden body of the Buddha, which was extremely miraculous.